Under Control

Ch 57: Distant Memories

Azrael pov:

I wanted to get out of the house for a bit, being cooped up is starting to make us go crazy. So as a kind gesture I snuck us out for a picnic just outside the city. We wouldn't have to worry about people following or tracking us.

Amilia agreed, as long as I made food and brought good books for her to read. She dressed in a nice pale purple sundress that stopped below her knees. She had sunglasses on and a hat to cover her face from the sun. I kissed her cheek and called her beautiful, thinking the glow she gave was absolutely stunning.

Leading her out to the car I help her in and pack the basket, blanket, and books in the back. Getting into the driver seat after I rest one hand on the wheel and the other on her thigh as I drive off.

The drive is a little long, both of us just sitting with the comfortable background noise of calm music. She occasionally asks me questions about things we pass or really weird ones. Like if I'd still love her if she was a worm? I said I would and she cried a little. She's really emotional during her pregnancy. I love it.

When we got to the spot I helped her out and carried the stuff as we walked. I held all of it in one arm while my free hand held hers gently. Leading us through a small area of trees we come out the otherside to a small field that was surrounded by trees.

Setting the blanket down and spreading the books, food, and speaker out I let her sit down. Playing some soft music in the background we open up a sparkling cider and take out the homemade charcuterie board.

We fed each other, giggling when we tossed the food at one another. We read the book's out loud and relaxed under the sun. There was a moment of her getting up and moving to the more open area in the field. I laid back and watched, playing with an apple in my hand as I watched her closely.

She danced with the music, basking in the sun as she freely moved her body. My heart stuttered seeing her so free and uncaring. She raisedd her arms and hands up to the sky and my mind is taken away, a distant memory playing in my head.

Times and memories I haven't thought of in a long time, a moment that brought me comfort when I was much younger. I see myself playing with Ryker, both of us laughing and running around in a small field in Central Park. 

He carried a stick at his side as I chased him, carrying a stick myself. We pretend their swords, playing an innocent game of knights. Stopping, he turns and faced me with a mischievous smile, pointing his 'sword' at me. I giggled and pointed mine at him, showing my smile without a care.

"You're the good knight. I'm the villain one." He laughed and readied to attack me but I stopped, looking confused at him.

"Why are you always the villain. Why not me?" I pouted and lowered my weapon, upset he always played the bag guy. I wanted to play the bad guy too.

"You're too nice, Azy." He lowered his sword and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. Seeing him smile made me nod and smile back at him, forgetting my frustration with him.

"Well so are you!" I duck away from him and run ahead, hearing him chase after me.

I'm taken further back, thinking of more times with him. I'm unsure why I find myself thinking of him, the man that's promised to make my life hell because of a mistake from when I was younger.

We hang out inside his 'fort', listening to a song on a stereo we stole from a shop. We danced and giggled, dancing around each other and stomping our feet. We sang with the song, laughing when we messed up the lyrics.